‘Please to sit, monsieur. Having secured this,—for he was
almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase
one. The above
description of
—the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains
Sole monarch acknowledged of Mary'bone plains—
may sound somewhat tame by the side of the glowing account given of him by
his gallant biographer, who asserts that "there was a majesty shone in his
countenance, and blazed in his actions, beyond all I ever saw;" but it may,
possibly, convey a more accurate notion of his personal appearance. Very intelligent, by the looks of the books she
was carrying. ”
She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. Mr. ‘I am not a fool. “Which one?”
“The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time
shielding her sister. His business
has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all,
he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it,
too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the
number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr.
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